Grandpa Rome is currently trying to get the baby Italy brothers to behave themselves.

Rome: Stop that right now. Germania is coming over later and he'll kill me if this place is still messy.

Romano: *throwing toys around the room* Aaaaghh hbhtqeatcjublmftrdetdvyun!

Italy: *trying to eat the table* Gooo ytfqmbihgfeszdhfgq.

Rome: Cut that out right now! *carries the little Italians to their cribs* You're staying in here until this place gets clean. *frantically trying to get the house clean*

One hour later

Rome: I finally got this place clean. *gets the Italians out of their cribs* Sit on this couch until Germania arrives.

Germania: *arrives with 4 year old Germany and 9 year old Prussia* Hello.

Italy: jqkjbamialomqiwkhbxzan. *jumps off the couch and hugs Germany*

Germany: Huh? Bruder, vhat's he doing zhis for?

Prussia: Kesesese. I guess he likes you or somezhing. Vhat's Romano doing over zhere?

Romano: B-b-bas-bastard.

Rome: He said his first word. Isn't that cute, Germania? *realizes what Romano said* Uh oh. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to show him those gangster movies.

Germania: *whacks Rome in the face*

Germany: I think he's gonna say something too. *points to Italy*

Italy: P-pus-

Rome: Uh oh...

Germania: *cracks knuckles*

Italy: Pasta

Rome: Thank god

Germania: You got lucky

Prussia: Kesesesesesesesesese

Germany: Bruder, vhat did everyone zhink he vas going to say?

Prussia: Vell, ve all zhought he vas going to sa- *cut off by Germania's hand over his mouth*

Germania: Nothing. Nothing at all.

Germany: Okay...

In the end everyone won. The little Italians said their first words, Rome didn't die, and Germany left as the innocent child he was when he arrived.